The following morning dawned gray and rainy, casting a somber atmosphere over the city. Isabella pulled herself from the comfort of her bed, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on her. Each drop of rain felt like a reminder of the tumult brewing in her life—the shadows of betrayal looming ever closer. She grabbed her phone, hoping for some good news. Instead, the screen was filled with silence. No texts, no calls. Just an eerie stillness that unsettled her.
After a quick shower and a hastily prepared breakfast, Isabella decided to meet Leon at their designated rendezvous point—a small, discreet café near Harrington Tower, away from the watchful eyes of anyone who might be tracking them. She needed to discuss their next steps, but a sense of dread gnawed at her as she stepped outside, the cool air biting against her skin.
